I sit, I itch, I sneeze

I had anticipated having fun the last few days. I went for my favorite hike with a dear friend, was going out to dinner and a play, meeting my beloved Miss Peg for lunch. Post pandemic life yo.

SO. I did my walk, which was great. Beautiful day & lifetime friend I hadn’t seen in weeks. My 67 year old self did 4 miles - which was great considering I’ve grown a callous on my ass sitting around lately. Came home, cooked dinner, slept great and woke up the next day with the worst allergy attack I’ve had in years.

Rookie mistake - I should have washed my hair the minute I got back from the hike. Instead, I wore pollen covered hair to bed and rubbed my face in it all night. Tom went to dinner and a play instead of me and Miss Peg declined the honor of having lunch with leaky, sneezy, grumpy me. I went through a box of Kleenex and 3 anti histamines. Blergh

To top off the whole event, I busted out in a charming belly and underboob rash. Add that to the old lady barnacles I need to get air can froze off my back and YUP - I am one itchy evol mess.

AND WWIII started the day my Daughter returned from maternity leave to CNN. Sweet Jesus on water skis! We will never ever be free of the damage Former twice impeached prez krap did to this nation.

BUT - My Grandson is a cutie. It’s hard to hate or feel esp bad when a baby laughs.